star dust

I am batman standing on a roof looking down upon them/they scurry across lifes tooth but i am more interested in its root/i've seen many things but none such as this,I find myself lifting others while my self goes a drift...and i lose/but i win...because i want to win,deep as the emotions between two tides i float...and float/where am i going,i know,but i conceal my fate(why?)/because im mr.E(get it?)if you do congrats,but how do you stand tall with a thousand knives in your back?/I think i put them there so i tell my self kindly its time to take them out/cut a slice of the big apple look on the inside,see what its about/I was told i have the power to change many people in this life/so why is it that i feel that same fuckin knife/my arm can only reach so far behind myself untill it cramps/people see a funny guy... i laugh and i dance/but nothing is funny or amusing/inside im empty waiting for my day,but i was born this way, nothing helped my feelings to decay,im a tattoo on the sleeve of success but why am i holding back?/so many distractions all in all i need to focus/so I just take her by the horns lick her neck and grope shit/i hope she bites back...i think its kinky.../when she wakes me up I make her proud/i promised her that i'd be loud in a place where loud isnt aloud/but the streets never sleep so im confused,no one is saying anything on top of the fact of a lit fuse/bruised black and blue i will kill who ever stands in between me and you/the reason i breathe isnt for them i can care less...so less i do/but the less i do the more i see false pushing into sight from the right and the left eye too/but i wont fuck up again i promise you and myself,child to man, man to mental/perfect to claim my sane is a rental/i sent it back,im crazy as fuck...we all know this,work with me...hold this(my hand)no matter how long it takes i will be back and i'll say i told you so/i never ask for what i want i just up and take it/some say im brave so i am boldy so/dark as the wind,i stay in the breeze i see you when you think you only see me...but you dont see me...no one ever has..._______ has though/to have or not to have im steady full,they all want "the more"/aim...steady...pull(shoot) new new poses with her feet up/i kick her big ass boots off my table...not this time

rex b trippin

lol

http://www.instituteforhumancontinuity.org/

Illest cars ive ever seen in my young life

EMINEM-MY DARLING,ALCHEMIST FREESTYLE,CAREFUL WHAT YOY WISH FOR

old style re vamped,slim shady second part of the relapse(part 2)end of the year this is the eminem i remember just grown up thats all im sayin

PSSHHH

DUDES WISH THEY WERE A QUARTER WAY AS RAW AS THE WU,IMA BIG SUPPORTER OF ALL THAT WU TANG STANDS FOR,IM JUST PROUD THEY STILL UP ON IT AND CAN STILL GO BACK TO THE ROOT STYLE

Interview in the u.k

anonymous:"yea one of those guys right?,yea that would be me getting my bloody picture taken in black & white with my legs crossed and my coffee on a table steaming wearing a sleek pinstripe hat to match just my shoes.I think most writers (good unique writers) all sort of turn out that way for some odd"

john D:"what way would that be?"

anonymous:"have you seen any of those Dos Equis commercials?"

John D:"yea of course...worlds most interesting man,funny business(chuckles)"

anonymous:"well see it all comes from a lifetime of adventure outside the box and just being proud to be different,only then can you say your capable of something great.All of the best authors and writers have the most intriguing personalities,what ever happened to that?,intriguing personality?.I want to be able to sit down for an interview one day with an ear to ear smile,then the interviewer will ask "ya mind sharin' the laugh" then id be all like "it would take 50 years to explain...take a seat" I don't know if you catch me...do you?"

John D:"yea mate deepest stuff I heard all year, I think i want to be an artist now (haha).So how would one such as your self describe...ha..your self,because you don't seem to be moving with the wind so to speak"

anonymous:"first of all I'm a solid 180 pounds haha,no wind is giving me a ride any time soon but yea...I think I would describe my self as...umm ok here... I am that change that i want to see in people...better yet the world,now I'm not perfect that's just the worst but i mean in terms of a mental state,I gladly separate myself from the rest,we weren't born with this way "I'm lost with out the new" not that the new isn't cool and fun but I'm just not caught up in it...playstation is the coolest shit but mine just sits there these days,i would rather write or just sit there and think...speaking of which I heard ps4 will be controlled by the mind"

John D:"your shitting me man,you mean similar to something on par with the matrix I'm taking it?"

anonymous:"yea...technology has come a long way for sure"

John D:"no doubt man,so how long have you been doin what you do?,and I say what you do because you have many talents from what I can see"

anonymous:"haha thank you well I've b...."

John D:"yea I do apologize we've been gettin a bit of quakes lately...that one felt pretty heavy though ay? haha"

(window shatters in another room of the building)

John D:"oh...umm,I dont know should we stop for a bit? yea lets just chill out for a bit I'll ask_____ to check it out,would you like a drink at all?"

anonymous:"ha no no im cool,so what does everyone do for fun around here?"

(John D's eyes sink in his head and his cheeks get puffy)

anonymous:"wtf man?!...YO! should...."

(John D gets sucked through the window of the 21st floor)
(anonymous looks through half the building,no one is around...)

whats to really say

I DONT AGREE WITH EVERYTHING IN THESE VIDEOS SOME THINGS GO OVER BOARD BUT OTHER THAN THAT ITS GOOD TO KNOW SOME OF THESE THINGS YOU'LL SEE DOWN BELOW,OLD NEWS BUT SOME PEOPLE STILL ARE UN AWARE

..........GRAE

MY NAME IS GRAE AND IM A CHARACTER FROM INSIDE BRANDONS HEAD OR REX'S IM NOT SURE YET AND THAT WILL BE CRITICAL TO WHO I BECOME LATER ON BUT FOR NOW BEFORE HE FORGETS IM GOING TO TYPE OUT ALL THAT I KNOW ABOUT MY SELF.EVER SINCE I COULD REMEMBER I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ABLE TO DO THINGS PEOPLE COULD DO A LONG TIME AGO LIKE IN THE BIBLE.MY FOSTER MOM SAYS I WAS BORN TO SAVE THE WORLD AND THAT ONE DAY ALL MY QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED AND THAT THE WORLD WILL SEEK MY HELP,SHE ALSO TOLD ME THAT MY REAL MOTHER LEFT ME AT A HOSPITAL BUT I KNOW THAT ISNT TRUE,I REMEMBER BEING IN AN OPEN FIELD AS A BABY AND THERE WAS LIGHTNING ALL OVER.OF COURSE AS I WAS GROWING UP I WAS THE BLACK SHEEP...WELL MORE LIKE THE GREY SHEEP...YEA IM GREY...FOR REAL...AS IN MY SKIN IS GREY...AS IN THE COLOR,ANYWAYS ONE TIME WHEN I WAS LIKE 10...YEA I THINK AROUND 10 THIS AFRICAN GUY CAME RUNNING TOWARDS ME WITH A GUN,THE NEXT THING I KNOW THE GUN TURNED TO ASH AND HE EVAPORATED,I KILLED A STRANGER BUT... I DIDNT MEAN TO...I MEAN I THOUGHT ABOUT IT BUT I DIDNT KNOW THAT HE...I STILL DONT KNOW WHY HE WANTED TO KILL ME.IM 20 NOW AND LIFE IS PRETTY COOL I GUESS,I DONT REALLY GO OU...(REX SAYS IM GIVING TO MUCH AWAY TO SOON)WELL THEN I GUESS YOU'LL HEAR AGAIN FROM ME SOMEDAY MAYBE TOMORROW MAYBE IN 3 YEARS I WOULDNT KNOW

LIVE POSITIVE IN AMITY,LATER

huh?

I can feel my beard growing back...shit,Im sitting here listening to daft punk around the world and i came to the conclusion that im getting a few friends and taking them for a little trip,aint none of us know any other languages but just that feeling of being with your people is fun enough maybe we'll pick up on the slang quick who knows,out of brazil and japan of course its japan(sorry brazil)but if i dont come back with a life sized gundam ima regret that for like the rest of my 20's.I was thinkin maybe a road trip for a first trip would be fun but how much does it suck that I have the money to buy my dream car but i wont because i have no license (this nirvana song is ill,who ever is reading this go download "stay away")I feel like im leaving something behind in t.o and i dunno what it is maybe a few seams to sew,lumps to settle or problems to solve,it just feels funny that im on my way to a place ive imagined my whole life,I dont want to be just that average guy that turned into a rapper,i live to be that straight out of a cartoon strange guy that people want to know about,some think im crazy so i called my self mental in agreement im proud to say that im a kook we are the deepest and coolest people blah blah blah.I sometimes wonder if i can pull it all off,all the books i want to write cartoon shows i want to make,movie scripts and movies i want to do it all and more,but me i get lazy so quick but its not just fun and games anymore i have to be smart baaaaah! fuck that shit head first i can do it (SMIIIILE)if i stay positive then nothing is impossible,i have to get out of this place im in though because some people dont grow up and just love to hate me,i'd try to fix it but some ppl wont have it(what was this note about in the first place rex?) rex:just typing as i go i guess lol why do you ask? (....)either its really hot in my room or the cpu is about to over heat and it smells like batman forever in here.........................................................................................................
and an open window on a still wind day apprently wont help much smh jeez

princess bunny

well...im not sure what to say but after a long crunk day at the beach ive come to this point....im sitting here watching step brothers with my two friends and my dude pyro just decided to show this "interesting video"....(the room is dark right now and its like 2:56) and right now i feel achey but aannnnyways this is what im watchin right now in the dark

Kimtwisted.com its like candy for your brain

......LMAO PYRO WTF MAN!?!

case of the try to hards

Now far be it from me that I should swallow up or destroy one so dedicated...I wont... I've come to realize a certain group of people who try a bit to hard to prove to them selves and everyone else that its ok to try and be the center of the universe...but no body cares.Recently I had a conversation with one of these types,hard headed and not willing to take a loss,after the fact the person made a blog trying to make me look stupid...I find that a tad bit babyish.These people should be givin a mirror that talks,you know like that mirror from the disney movie lol yea that one,it would say shut the fuck up and be real with your self,dont make a move out of emotions.Alot of the times these people feel high above everyone else while everyone else is laughing with each other about them saying "ay why do they talk,act,and walk like that,dont they see how stupid they look? hear how stupid they sound?" naa lol they dont,thats what the talkin mirror is for,to be honest the next time I encounter another one of these types,on my name I will tell them if they dont shut up and move they will get a back hand.These past few months my temper has worsened and it seems like every other day I snap on someone,I like it but its tiring...dont be that next person.

I can safely say that eminem is one of the illest artists around I say artist cuz this man is far beyond being a rapper,who ever debates that can suck me till I bust.Last year my dude fell off and started making all these poppy didley kinda tracks and nuff said,the first three tracks of his new album didnt catch me either but his new song 3 am did so suck your self fuck your pillow get some pop corn and watch the damn video

herpes 151

Ok so i thought it was what ever but kcuf was i wrong.Me and my peepz were debating the other day between two different ways to conventionally kill our selves for that night...it came down to burning herpes 151,ever have one of those days when your fine then you remember you had herpes 151 then it just kcuf's with you throughout the rest of your night ok join the club then.When it did kick in for me it was so different than the usual and my peepz agreed 20 mins later im laughin on a washroom floor door locked lights off pants down by my self,did I mention I was laughin?.well after that lil self fiasco I thought I was set to leave and go about my way...wrong again,some anonymous tried to hide my hat thinkin i was dumb drunk(close but but no cuban)so afterwards I nearly killed "someone" in a scuffle kicks and choke holds,after winning the altercation thrice,I turned to see my hat but not where i left it...was i tripping?...or was i mad cuz I had herpes 151?...after that "someones" dog follwed me to young street...where that dog is now who knows...herpes 151...careful with that shit...it burns you...oh yea I was talkin about bacardi 151 not actual herpes

black white and baby oil

well see...I like this kinda stuff,but could only imagine this so when i saw this video i damn near cried

Subconcious Melody

For all my high people who can decipher any metaphorical poem...


I HAD A DREAM THAT MY MIND WAS A FATHER THAT BEAT MY VISION BLIND AND LEFT IT BEHIND FOR A PERIOD OF TIME/
MY VISION SEEMED TO STALK MY HAND, TILL MY HAND WAS TOO SCARED TO MOVE/MY EYES WERE SEEING ONLY BLACK ROOMS.../
BUT MY HAND DIDNT KNOW THIS,IT ONLY SAW TWO IRISES DARK WITH GLOOM/

FRIGH-TENED MY HAND CALLED UPON MY FINGERS EIGHT PLUS TWO THUMBS,TOGETHER TEN/
MY FINGERS THEN USED A PEN AS A WEAP-EN...AS THE INK SPRAYED WITH AGGRESSION A SPLASH LANDED ON A LOOSELEAF SHEET OF PAPER AND WAS TAUGHT A LESSON/

THE LOOSELEAF TRIED TO BRING THE INK HOME TO MOLEST IT...THE PEN WOULDNT LET IT,IT CALLED THE PAPER SIMPLE AND PATHETIC...SO PAPER LET THE INK GO/AT FIRST THE INK WOULD SINK YO BUT NOW IT WAS ON THE BRINK SO CLEAR THAT MY EYES DIDNT WANNA BLINK...CUZ THEY CAN SEE NOW.../

PINK TO RED MY EYES SEE THE DEAD AND BRUISED INK BLACK AND BLUE WITH LINES THROUGH THEIR HEADS/
MY VISION TELLS MY MIND TO OPEN THE DOOR...BLOOD SHED/

IN A FIELD OF NECROPHILIA,THE PAPER SAVORED THE DAUGHTERS OF THE PEN UNTILL THE JUICES RAN DRY/
STRANGE LINES WERE FORMED FROM WHAT WERE ONCE SPILLED SECRETIONS..WHY?/

"WHAT DID THESE LINES MEAN?" MY MIND ASKED MY VISION THEN THEY BOTH LOOKED ON AS THE PAPER CRUMPLED INTO IT SELF/
THERE WAS NO SOUND ONLY THE DRUMMING OF MY FINGERS MARCHING TO THE FIELD...FUCK STEALTH/

WHEN MY FINGERS ARRIVED TO INSPECT THE PREMISES MY MIND TOLD THEM SOMETHING WAS GOING ON IN THE PAPER BALL/
SO THEY SEARCHED...UNRAVELED IT AND PRESSED IT FLAT ON THE SURFACE OF THE WALL/

...NOTHING WAS WRONG FROM WHAT MY EYES COULD SEE SO I LET MY LIDS FALL...THEN I SLEPT ON...I AWOKE LATER TO A MELODY...WHEN I OPENED MY EYES...I SAW MY SONG

-The Mental

WHAT A TWIT!

(rex)Whats your name?..im going to follow you (girl) wtf no! im I have a man! (rex)im...im not follllllllowing you,im just foll- *word gets cut off*(girl) noo get the fu** away from me! (rex) its...its twitter I want to twitter you...see look- (girl) noooo! *girl uses peper spray*...
^^^this is the type of shit i post on twitter when im boreded out

I dont know why there's so much hype around twitter but to me its funny as kcuf with no purpose,cuz who really cares what your doing every few minuets,its bad enough facebook went all stalker status now you can lose your job all cuz of twitting...just take a look at how it all went down for hitler

iREX's bio(the character my album is based on)

My name is B.B-10(funny name..I know)...here's my story... I was born into a world where everything is predictable but I always knew I wasn't meant to be here "in the box" if you catch my drift.I'll make my story short and to the point. I started out as a curious kid who wanted to be free and learn what life really meant...one day I find these way out dated machines in this warehouse full of all this other sh** I only read about as a child, Cd's,mp3's,files,blue prints,planes,tanks...the works. In the files it described somethin... a project...I still don't know what the hell it all means but the blueprints were what had me all wired cuz' soon as I finished readin'em the print faded away then appeared on my left arm...I got outta' that warehouse pretty fu**in fast.The next morning the dictator(Zed) of my planet's troops are doing the usual round up to weed out the people with brains enough to see what a fu**in joke this place is,that's when I decide I'm not gonna be another soulless piece of nothing following sh**ty ass orders and doing what everyone else is doing, LET THEM FU**IN CHASE ME!...anyways that's exactly what they do (ha ha what fun right?)...wrong, I went to the one place I thought they wouldn't look...the warehouse(it's in the middle of fu%@!ng no where!) but it didn't take long for Zed's troops to catch up to me.I didn't have much time to think sh** through but then I remembered the blue prints on my arm(I never read so fast in my life).The blue prints explained how to work this machine in the warehouse so I did what it said,next thing you know I'm a friggin science project on some instant transportation sh**,everything breaks apart, there's a flash and that's all I remember...now I'm off to where ever I'm off to I guess...stay tuned.

What iREX album is about

It all starts with B.B-10, a man who wants to escape the limitations of the life he lives, little does he know that he once lived another life but his mind was flushed along with everyone elses on his planet. The beginning of the concept takes place far in the future where every thing is exactly alike and has undergone a dictatorship for about 20 years by an unknown figure named Zed. B.B-10 eventually escape's in a machine which takes him to the past, in that machine he is introduced to a device which calls itself program rex .01 "P.R" for short,this device is a key part to the concept because B.B-10 gets transfered into P.R soon after.When inside the program B.B-10 goes through a series of evolutions and slowy he becomes a new being known as "iREX" who changes depending on his surroundings and develops different abilitis which he can use at his own will throughout his journey, he is also an icon in music aswell as a highly known figure but B.B-10 doesnt know this yet.Inside P.R is a vast world for iREX to roam in,its almost like his home planet but at the same time very different, inhabbited by strange creatures,peoples and other programs.Through the journey the program transfers him to different places and times to develop his skills & knowledge,how much iREX has learned in one era will determine if he is able to proceed in his travels/learning.In every environment the program attempts to duplicate what it was like in that certain era of time mostly how the music was as to trigger iREX's memory of who he is. He comes across many obstacles/enemies on the way such as "clones" "mono villains" and "boss's" these characters are called "haters of the era", he also makes some friends/alies along the way. The haters of the era try to convert iREX and make him one of them to harvest his originality and powers to make sure the future stays as is.The closer he gets to the older era's the less enemies he encounters but the ones he defeats are persistant and look for ways to follow him into the past and capture his essence before its too late, who knows what will happen next...